items,” I noted, moving through the foyer into the living room.
“Though their housekeeping leaves something to be desired,” Helen remarked dryly. “Amber was never one for cleaning up her own messes—literally or figuratively.”
Room by room, we surveyed the hastily vacated house.
The kitchen, recently renovated at my expense, stood eerily empty, expensive appliances gleaming in contrast to the detritus of rapid departure.
Upstairs, closets hung open with scattered hangers. Bathroom cabinets displayed abandoned toiletries deemed not worth packing, and wastebaskets overflowed with discarded possessions.
In what had been
